“You little wretch!” she exclaimed weakly. " In stepping across the room, some sharp point in the floor pierced his foot, and stooping to examine it, he found that the wound had been inflicted by a long rusty nail, which projected from the boards. But I wrapped it in that nun’s gear you give me. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. She had looked up from her seat at the small round table in the centre of the parlour which, together with the wooden armchairs beside the small fireplace, and a sideboard next the single casement, was all the furniture the place afforded. They turned the last corner, and almost immediately a man who had been standing there turned and struck Ennison a violent blow on the cheek. “Have you anything to ask the witness?” asked the helpful inspector. For that matter, my future be damned. It was not a difficult affair.
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